Unraveled Canvas Poem by Kris Rozz

An artist's fingers to trace my skin,
mold my soul share this sin
flesh pressed against mine,
lips of dark desire entwine.

A caress of voice so deep
secrets of promise while in sleep,
through the clouds a fleeting face,
a poets soul, a human embrace.

Haunting visions from dreams unfold,
your bleeding into my very soul
easing agony through my veins,
until every lingering fear is drained
only now simple truth remains.

Rozz © 1997